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"Okay Boots let's start," I yell at my producer.
I was an up coming rapper. My name was (comment what your rapper name would be lmfao).
Nicki Minaj had announced a challenge to her song that had just dropped, Megatron. She would repost and pick her best three favorite ones to sign.
I was a huge fan and I really wanted her to take me serious as an artists so I wrote my shit and got ready.
"You want me to record too," Boots asked. I nod and got ready.
The beat dropped. Bratatata and I began.
(disclosure: I cannot write a rap for shit so bear with me)
These niggas sleeping on me Call me the Queen like a Bee And if you wanna party, hoe you better come pay the fee No I am not Onika I am the silent preacher But once I pop off, niggas dropped 5k for a feature I like my Myx Moscato I smoke and pop big bottles But at the end Naomi Campbell, bitch I am a model I like green m&m's I am so feminine But with the way I rap, niggas running for they pens
I stopped before the [pre chorus came]
"You ain't playing are you," Boots laughs. I smile at him.
In the middle of our conversation, his phone rings.
I prepare for my next part of the song, while he's on the phone.
"Oh boy," he sighs. I look at him.
Before he can say anything, I see a buff ass lightskin guy come in.
My jaw almost dropped.
"Hey Boots what's good dog," he handshakes Boots.
I put my headset down and grabbed my stuff.
"Nah love you can stay here," he smiles at me. My face got read.
"You're (your rap name) right?" I almost fainted.
I couldn't believe Drake knew who I was.
Now listen, I didn't fangirl over Drake. And I honestly didn't like his music. It was quite basic. But he was so successful, I couldn't help it.
"Y-Yeah," I mumble.
He smiles at me and notices my notebook. "Good old fashion writing huh," he smiles.
I smirk at him. "Yeah you don't seem to be doing much of that anymore."
He looks stunned and scratches his head. "Well when you're b-busy you know," he mumbles. Boots laughs.
